March marches on

Post 13/2021 Friday 26 March . . . A twinge of unease underlies my feelings of delight as I walk among the first signs of spring. It’s a slight twinge, alongside my delight in bird song. First flowers. Buds. Balmy temperatures. The grand awakening of the out-of-doors. Freedom, again, to have company indoors. Friends Dean and Gwen came for dinner, the first company in ages, bringing a bouquet of tulips and daffodils. How filled with wonder is the world.

My unease is harder to define. It has little to do with the short-lives of spring flowers, seasonal transitions, the march of time. Nor has it to do mainly with what we take for normal at the moment–unpredictable weather; environmental issues; the lurking dangers of Covid-19; though I do pay attention to them all.

Concerning Covid-19, even with more people getting vaccinated, the virus is still a pandemic, a life form that covers every corner of the globe. In ways yet to be seen, we’re told that our way of life Before Covid-19 will not return. We are left to figure out what life will be like After Covid, BC to AC. As a youngster would say, “Isn’t it exciting!” Thank God for the voices of children and youth.

We’ll get to something akin to normal when more people worldwide are vaccinated. It is exciting that we have vaccines in hand less than a year after the virus outbreak. Michael Martin, in Microsoft News (March 25), quotes Dr Jennifer Nuzzo, senior scholar at Johns Hopkins Center for Health Security: “Vaccines are incredibly important, and they’re going to pave the path to normalcy for us.” She underscores the need for continued vigilance in following health protocols and for all countries to have access to the vaccines.

The Cardinal, Indiana’s state bird, rests at ease high atop a utility pole.

Maybe my sense of unease is really just a funky moment. For instance, I went more than a week without a watch. It needed a battery. Got that changed on Monday. It probably also stemmed from the demise of our long-lived combination coffee maker-grinder. Are not those trusty brew masters meant to last a lifetime? Even as I write, I smile, already edging away from unease. We’re in no hurry to replace our coffee maker. The French Press will do for now.

We’ll be back to some familiar “normalcy,” but something more, too, given new awareness, stirrings and initiatives being applied to the pressing issues at the forefront of today’s world. We’re on the way to a renewed, indeed, a new, exciting, future for all. My sensations of delight, then, massively override the, even rightful, twinge of unease. As a person of Christian faith, I say, Amen!

In sum, I’ll add another antiphon to those included in last week’s blog. In the reflective nature of Lent, here is my early step toward Holy Week and Easter Sunday.

O Gate

Clang of latch on entering

Hywyn’s consecrated burial ground

signals quiet beyond

the borderland;

in peal of celestial bells:

announce resurrection

gates open wide.

Heralds of spring around Goshen

Daffodils emerge from winter beds around the Greencroft Goshen campus . . .
. . . trumpeting another season of break-out beauty.
A Red-winged blackbird, on serenade call.
A Tree swallow, returned to it’s nesting box.
I’ve seen rutted alleyways, but seldom one with a warning sign. We dipped through on our way home from the library. Farther on, children on the playground at Chandler Elementary School waved and called out greetings to us as we walked past. Sweet.
A controlled burn of one of Goshen College’s native landscaping areas.
I’m almost certain the animal is a muskrat. Or otter? An otter would not have ears sticking up as other shots show. The Red-winged blackbird turned its back on all the drama. The setting is a small marsh that’s part of a medical offices complex just across the street east of the Greencroft campus.
Two Red-winged blackbirds in a tree, a tree brilliant with buds.

The ever-lovin’ ruralness of Northern Indiana, LaGrange County

Sundown on Oliver Lake, largest lake in LaGrange County, with channels to no-wake Olin Lake and Martin Lake.
Goats, what breed I do not know. Audrey and Ken, fill me in.
A quick photo as we drive past at maybe 45 mph, plenty fast enough on rural roads.
A four-hitch team plows or cultivates a field at the direction of an Amish farmer.

The ever-lovin’ ruralness of northern Indiana, Noble county

Someday I’ll find out the story of this jug in a field along US 6, west of Kendallville. Given the tower, it may have been a water tank filled by a windmill.
Iglesia Cristiana, CRISTO MI ROCA, northwest of Kendallville.
Environmental restoration area on a former farm next to the Gene Stratton-Porter historical home near Rome City.
I missed getting the text from the other side. Some of my photos are taken from the passenger’s side as we travel at 40-50 miles-per-hour on back roads, but not this one. We were at a STOP sign. Full stop.

Bravo seasons!


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